SweetttShorti85 (2:11:58 PM): u said u were 33??? Shad (2:12:24 PM): yes SweetttShorti85 (2:12:38 PM): wow SweetttShorti85 (2:14:51 PM): r u bow wow? Shad (2:17:26 PM): is bow wow 33?? Shad (2:17:29 PM): I think not. Shad (2:17:34 PM): He's...what...15? SweetttShorti85 (2:17:47 PM): dont get an attitude wit me Shad (2:17:58 PM): Haha...oh, that's an attitude?! SweetttShorti85 (2:18:04 PM): i jus asked u a question Shad (2:18:13 PM): Geez, hate to see what you do when I get really sarcastic... Shad (2:18:18 PM): probably kill yourself or something SweetttShorti85 (2:18:48 PM): wow, u act really mature 4 a 33 year old Shad (2:19:19 PM): I do, don't I? Sure breaks up the monotony of the day... Shad (2:20:24 PM): It was more of a surprise gesture than attitude...I thought most people who knew of bow wow would also know he's rather young... SweetttShorti85 (2:20:48 PM): well bow wow's real name iz shad datz y i asked u Shad (2:21:44 PM): I know that...it's why I'm constantly asked if I'm bow wow...as you asked me first how old I was, I was kinda surprised, after telling you that I'm an old fart at 33, that you asked if I was bow wow... SweetttShorti85 (2:22:48 PM): wuteva SweetttShorti85 (2:22:52 PM): bye Shad (2:23:24 PM): Bye!
I've always been oblivious to women's attentions. I never know if they're being friendly, or if the friendly is bordering on flirtatious or what.
Here's an example: When I was a senior back in high school (sounds like the beginning of a bad country song...), I was house-sitting for a friend. One night, my best friend and his girlfriend came over to watch some movies and drink some beer. The girlfriends stepsister came along as well, gorgeous gal, tall n' sexy...
So anyways, we're sitting around, drinking, getting drunk, watching movies. Things high school kids did in my day. After awhile, my friend and his girlfriend start making out on the couch, and the stepsister and I just kept on watching movies. And that was about it.
Now, about 2 days later, the stepsister came over to see me. We sat out on the front porch, just chatting. After awhile she said, "So, I have a question; How come you didn't try to kiss me the other night?"
Feeling a bit awkward, I said "Well, you were drunk, and I'm not the kind of guy that takes advantage of a situation like that..."
She looked me dead in the eye and said, "Well, I'm not drunk now..."
And me, being the idiot that I am, replied, "Well, I know that..."
...and that was it. I didn't do anything. Not a move, not a kiss, not even a suggestive "Oh, and does that mean I can take that kiss without guilt feelings on my part?" (not that anyone would ever say that. I hope.)
That's OK, you can laugh, I can see you trying not to smile.
So anyways, this morning I ran into a woman I hadn't seen in awhile. I gave her a hug when I saw her, and when we broke apart, she said "wow, nice hug!" while squeezing my bicep. Now, is that flirting? Or just a friendly hello?
I know I'm married and all, but it'd be cool if I could think of this as casual flirting, 'cause this woman was waaaay cute, and I need every little bit of self-esteem possible.
Dear bowwow I am your biggest fan I love you,Do you go out with kyla pratt cause people are telling me that , thats what shes saying ,you can't go out wit her til you give me a chance i'm 13 i'm a Cancer born July 1 my brother Curtis is in the Airforce he is 20 my oldest brother Gerald is 22 he is the assistant manager at footaction in Baytown but he bout to get his own store in houston ( he get paid) you should be getting a letter from me soon right back I hope I got the right e-mail address p.s Is that really gonna be you chatting on line at yo sight on monday is that ever you I missed the last one. oh yeah I almost forgot I got a 13 yr old sista to,we're 11months apart she gone turn 14 August 28 . write me back if you not bowwow you best loose this e-mail address fo I sew yo ASS! Oh yeah hook my sista up wit lilromeo
I installed XP Home yesterday. Brought it up to speed with all the proper drivers (Compaq's are a bitch that way. Every little single component needs it's own special driver that they obviously don't supply to Microsoft to include), got it connected to the network, and then went back to my Mac.
Got in this morning, found I can't connect to the net. Why? that wonder msblast worm.
Lovely.
Ah well, at least several other of my team members had gotten it, so it was a simple matter of getting them to copy the fix for me. Took me all of 3 minutes to fix.
While telling me she wants to learn how to ride a bike.
"And I need to wear a helmet for my head, pad for my elbows and a shoulder strap".
"A shoulder strap?", I ask. "Why a shoulder strap?"
"For my precious shoulders" came the reply.
On the way back from Wal-Mart, talking to Cody in the back seat.
"Hey Cody, what are we going to do when we get home? Hey Cody, why do you like that shirt? Cody, do you like that shirt?"
Cody, naturally, gets annoyed and says, "Sarah, you ask too many questions! I'm not going to answer!"
Sarah says "Why aren't you going to answer my questions Cody? I like asking you questions. Aren't you going to answer my questions? Why won't you answer my questions?
After nothing but silence from Cody, she says, "It must be because you're constipated."
I about drove over the curb.
While sitting in Gail's lap Saturday morning. She was singing a song, that Gail didn't quite understand the words to.
"What are you singing about?" Gail asked.
"Hamsters and Germans" Sarah replied.
Gail looked puzzled. Very puzzled. "Hamsters and Germans??"
"Yes," Sarah said, "My friend has a hamster that's a German."
Laughing at Gail's befuddled look, I said "Honey, do you mean gerbil? You have a friend who has a type of hamster that's a gerbil?"
"That's what I said!" said Sarah. Gail about died laughing.
While Gail and I were lying in bed Sunday morning. Gail had her arms up above her head, exposing her armpits. Sarah came in and sat next to her, and noticing Gail's unshaven armpit asked...
"Are these from Daddy's cheek?" she asked while feeling her stubble.
So...I've got this itch, see? And it's in one of those spots that's difficult to get at; up inside the nose. So, I think I have some privacy, and I stick my finger up there and rub it around and get the itch.
Naturally, my boss walks into my pod, sees that I'm knuckle deep, naturally assumes I'm digging for gold, and walks out.
So I wandered down to the restroom for my 3 o'clock pee break (it seem like for the last few days, right at 3, I have to go pee...). As I'm in there, I hear the unmistakable sound of someone on the other end of a phone line.
The guy in the first stall was sitting there, crapping one would assume, while talking to someone on the phone. You could hear this woman talking through the phone, about some conference call or something.
Honestly, I think if I was in there, doing my business, I'd leave the phone at the desk. Or not answer it if it rang.
I've started this entry 4 different times. Each time, a different topic and subject matter.
First, it was about Pod-ville Land and how I hate my job. Old hat, not worth repeating.
Second, talked about my search for new hobby, something more hands-on than computer related. Music maybe, how I want to get Reason, how I fall into the trap of it being computer related still.
Third, how hard it is to be creative. How I want to create, music, stories, screenplays, what have you, and how difficult even getting the ambition to start said creativity is.
Fourth was this.
I think I just depressed myself. I need chocolate.
PJC2144 (3:43:40 PM): sup kid Shad (3:43:59 PM): And who would this be? PJC2144 (3:44:08 PM): guess Shad (3:44:23 PM): Jack Sparrow? Shad (3:44:29 PM): Got any rum? PJC2144 (3:44:40 PM): hah yes PJC2144 (3:44:49 PM): great movie by the way Shad (3:45:13 PM): What was? PJC2144 (3:46:07 PM): pirates of the carribean Shad (3:47:11 PM): They made a movie out of that? PJC2144 (3:47:13 PM): hold up who is this? Shad (3:47:25 PM): Not who you think apparenlty * Shad (3:47:29 PM): apparentlyu Shad (3:47:31 PM): damnit Shad (3:47:33 PM): apparently Shad (3:47:36 PM): too much rum PJC2144 (3:47:38 PM): ha PJC2144 (3:47:43 PM): so its a girl Shad (3:48:07 PM): Now...what makes you think I'm a girl? 'cause I can't type? Or 'cause I want rum? PJC2144 (3:48:32 PM): both, and a guy wouldn't talk like that Shad (3:49:02 PM): like what? PJC2144 (3:49:08 PM): never mind Shad (3:49:10 PM): and guys don't drink rum? Shad (3:49:13 PM): I'll have to note that PJC2144 (3:49:17 PM): oh they do Shad (3:49:26 PM): They do? PJC2144 (3:49:30 PM): yes Shad (3:49:31 PM): I'll have to note that too then PJC2144 (3:49:34 PM): yes Shad (3:49:35 PM): got a pencil? Shad (3:49:43 PM): I have no paper PJC2144 (3:49:44 PM): you do that PJC2144 (3:49:53 PM): well make a mental note Shad (3:50:09 PM): oh, I think my mental facilities aren't quite up to making mental notes...too much rum you know Shad (3:50:14 PM): but I'll try PJC2144 (3:50:33 PM): hmm k this isn't who i thought it was Shad (3:50:35 PM): So, Cap'n Sparrow...what would you be wanting with me? Shad (3:50:44 PM): figured that out, have you? Shad (3:51:14 PM): So...got any rum?